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Wyatt smiled. “But you have plans with Nelly.”

“Not for a little while. And then you can come, too. You can watch me in the pool and on the slides. I’m going to do the highest one! The one that’s big and swirly.”

He grinned as he brought his hand up and gently brushed a strand of her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. “I’d love that, honey. Do you want me to stay out here in the hallway while you change or wait for you on the deck?”

Daisy most certainly did not want him to wait outside. But while she’d found a little boost of confidence, she still couldn’t bring herself to admit all of her desires to him.

So, she simply said, “Here is fine. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll be right here.”

She had no doubt. Wyatt was a man who always kept his word. She also had no doubt that she was perfectly safe now.

No one in the whole world could hurt her. Not when Wyatt McCall was around.

Not when Daddy was there.

Chapter Eight

It felt strange for Daisy to be dressed so Little in public like that.

She wore a pink tankini. The bottoms weren’t big enough to cover the bulky swim diaper she had on beneath them, and she was pretty sure she’d caught Wyatt taking a peek at her padded bottom a few times.

She didn’t mind one bit. She even played it up, making sure he had a good view. She knew what Daddies liked. She might as well give him a show, she figured.

But that was as far as her bravado went.

On their way to the pool, they passed a Daddy pushing an adult-sized stroller that held a smiling woman of about forty years old. She waved at them, the smile behind her pacifier evident.

Daisy and Wyatt waved back.

A few moments later, they passed another Daddy who was applying sunscreen to his Little. That woman wore only a swim diaper and a bikini top. Her Daddy was lecturing her vigorously about the rules of the pool, ending the discussion by saying he’d spank her bottom if she did anything dangerous.

Daisy admired how open they all were.

Could she get to that point? Could she admit her desires—and needs—to Wyatt? It might be tough. They didn’t know each other well, she admitted.

Or did they?

It sure felt as if they did.

Despite having only met the day before, it seemed as if they’d known each other their whole lives.

Like they were made for one another.

“Daisy!” Nelly said, running along the pool’s deck toward her new friend.

Daisy ran, too, and the Littles hugged amidst the deck chairs and chaise lounges that lined the swimming area. Wyatt let them have their moment, but then he cleared his throat and said, “Girls. Running is dangerous. There’s a lot of water on the ground here.” He eyed Nelly first. “Do you want me to tell your Daddy what I saw?”

She gulped and hung her head. “No, sir.”

He nodded. “It can be our little secret. But if you do it again, I’ll be forced to tell him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He then looked at Daisy. “Honey, I’ve been charged with looking after you. It’s my job to keep you safe. That means, if you force me to, I’ll pull that little diaper down and spank that cute little bottom of yours until you’ve learned a lesson. Do you understand?”

Her eyes went wide. She choked down the lump in her throat and said, “Yes, sir.”

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